Of love to God and heavenly things,

And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r,

The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,

And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign ; and bids me seek my portion there,

Nor bids me seek in vain ; 5 Shews me the precious promise, seal'd

With the Redeemer's blood; And helps my feeble hope to rest

Upon a faithful God.
6 There, there unshaken would I rest,

Till this vile body dies :
And then on faith’s triumphant wings,
At once to glory rise.

HYMN 125. Eights.

Faith Conquering. THE moment a sinner believes,

1 And trusts in a crucify'd God, His pardon at once he receives,

Redemption in full through his blood. 'Tis faith that still leads us along,

And lives under pressure and load, That makes us in weakness more strong,

And draws the soul upward to God. 2 It treads on the world and on hell,

It vanquishes death and despair : And Oh ! let us wonder to tell,

It wrestles and conquers by prayer.

Permits a vile worm of the dust,

With God to commune as a friend ; To hope his forgiveness as just,

And look for his love to the end. 3 It says to the mountains,“ depart,"

That stand between God and the soul; It binds up the broken in heart,

And makes wounded consciences whole ; Bids sins of a crimson-like dye

Be spotless as snow, and as white ;
And raises the sinner on high,
To dwell with the angels of light.

HYMN 126. C. M.

• Faith Superior to Sense. SIGHT, hearing, feeling, taste and smell,

Are gifts we highly prize ;
But these may downward lead to hell,

While faith to heav'n doth rise.
2 More piercing than the eagle's sight,

Faith views the world unknown ; Surveys the glorious realms of light,

And JESUS on the throne.
3 It hears the mighty voice of God,

And ponders what he saith!
His word and works, his gifts and rod,

Have each a voice to faith.
4 It feels the touch of heav'nly pow'r,

And from the boundless source, Derives fresh vigor ev'ry hour

To run its daily course.
5 The truth and goodness of the LORD

Are suited to its taste ;
Mean is the worldling's pamper'd board;

To faith's perpetual feast.

6 Till saving faith possess the mind,

In vain of sense we boast ;
We are but senseless, tasteless, blind,
And deaf, and dead, and lost.

HYMN 127. Sevens and Sixes.

Divine Light breaking into the Soul. SOMETIMES a light surprises

The Christian while he sings ; It is the Lord who rises

With healing on his wings ; When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue,
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new :
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
F'en let th’ unknown to-morrow

Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us thro', Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe his people too :
Beneath the spreading heav'ns,

No creature but is fed ;
And he who feeds the ravens,

Will give his children bread,
4 Tho'vine nor fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit should hear, Tho' all the fields should wither,

Nor flocks nor herds be there ;

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Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

HYMN 128. C. M.
Christ revealed in a Soul slain by the Law.
SMOTE by the law I'm justly slain,

Great God, behold my case !
Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,

Nor drive me from thy face.
2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul,

Thy justice all in flames,
Gives sentence on this heart so foul,

So hard, so full of crimes.
3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;

I fear, but can't relent,
Perhaps of endless death the seal :

Oh, that I could repent!
4 My pray’rs, my tears, my vows are vile,

My duties black with guilt ;
On such a wretch can mercy smile

Tho'Jesu's blood was spilt ?
5 Speechless I sink to endless night,

I see an op'ning hell;
But lo! what glory strikes my sight!

Such glory who can tell !
6 Enrapt in these bright beams of peace,

I feel a gracious God :
Swell, swell the note : Oh, tell his grace ;

Sound his high praise abroad!

7 Now rise, my soul, adore and loves

Leave sin and hell behind ;
Give all thy pow'rs to heav'n above,
And praise th' eternal mind.

HYMN 129. L. M.

On the Hardness of the Heart. OH, for a glance of heav'nly day,

To take the stubborn stone away ; And thaw with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake; The sea can roar, the mountains shake ; Of feeling all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 Thy judgments, Lord, unmov'd I hear, (Amazing thought !) which devils fear; Goodness and wrath in vain combine, To stir this stupid heart of mine. 4. To hear the sorrow thou hast felt, Dear Lord, an adamant would melt ; But I can read each moving line, And nothing move this hear of mine. 5 But pow'r divine can do the deed, And much to feel that pow'r I need ; Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And move and melt this heart of mine. 6 Then, dearest Lord, thy Spirit give, And inake my drooping lieart revive; No longer then shall I repine, No longer mourn this heart of mine.